Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 71

"Yes baby girl, your husband loves you so much," he grunted.

He rubbed and squeezed her pussy into a sweet frenzy to maximize her orgasm, as her pussy squeezed and clutched against his hand.

She squirmed so hard against his cock He had to hold her hips in place with one hand to keep the stimulation on his cock.

Once she stopped wriggling so much, he grunted.

He wanted to bury his cock deep and that warm, tight, slick expanse she had!

"Good girl, keep still for me so I can come like you did baby,"

Gently kissing her ear.

Always with patience and love. She needed that even when they were fucking, and besides, her squirminess was adorable and the result of extreme pleasure. Nothing sweeter or cuter on god's green earth to him!

Her breasts were adorable, nipples pointed out for him in the morning air and he hadn't yet given them any attention so he latched onto him, while Lynne made more sweet coos at the back of her throat.

She was used to him fucking her now and he could slam into her guts with all the sweet abandon he'd longed to use for his darling back when they were at the woodshed in Cali for their first trip.

The mewing she made as he first sucked her nipples very hard and flicked the harden buds against his eager tongue was so sweet to his ears, he had to release her soft tits so he could bellow out with sheer joy.

"God this was all I ever wanted to do!" he shouted loudly.

He bucked underneath Lynne and sent her on a ride that left her hips, head, and adorable morning curls tumbling all around everywhere.

She kept yipping and making little oh's, and he knew she was coming again when he saw her gripping the table top in front her, with their cold forgotten breakfast until her knuckles were white.

She had such strong pussy muscles, and his cock throbbed with pleasure as they clutched round him.

"So tight and perfect for your husband, kitten!" he husked.

He saw water on the tabletop and Lynne was crying tears.

"I love you Leify!" she yelped loudly. Her cries echoed over the ocean.

She loved being his perfect one. He could hear it in her crying.

"I love you to angel. Yes...Yes..." he grunted against her throat.

The seed blasted out of him and he fucked her even harder. He wanted his seed planted under his little wifey's heart. As deep as he could get it in her lovely body.

The seed blasted out of him, ran down along her pussy and down her thighs and ran out over his, making a warm, sticky mess of them.

He kept pumping into her until there was no more love for her in his cock at that moment and he was spent.

The glow in his cock paled in comparison to the glow in his heart, despite the rough fucking.

A gentle motion of Leif's and he had one of the napkins he'd brought with their breakfast which was now getting cold to wipe off her thighs.

She then used the same napkin to wipe off his thighs so sweetly.

"Here let's clean you up baby," murmured Leif.

He took great pleasure in cleaning his sweet young wife up with his tongue and so did she as he got her sweet, languid moans, and a third orgasm.

"Well now, you got me all distracted with your sexy little games and your food is getting cold," he said with mock sternness, his head in her lap.

"I don't mind that my breakfast is cold. I still want to eat it now. I'm hungry and have worked up quite an appetite, coming three times in a row before I even got to wake up good! But would you sit up here so I can eat my breakfast in your lap," she added with a sweet, shy grin.

She had such simple, sweet wants. They had just fucked and she didn't have to ask if she could have his lap. His lap was always hers.

"If you ask me again, if you are allowed to sit in my lap after we fuck, that's a spanking for you. My sweet wifey is always, always welcome to sit on her husband whenever she gets the notion. When you forget, a swat or two on the ass will remind you of the special bond that we share. I want you to always, always feel comfortable with me and know that you can indulge in whatever you want. You are not a burden to me. You are my loving partner. You are still learning, but my favorite thing in the world to do is to squeeze you tight," he added, standing up and dotingly kissing her forehead.

Lynne had such raw feelings growing up he was sure, and affection denied that she still tested the waters sometimes, and it broke his heart. She was afraid of being rejected, so she always asked, if she could cuddle him or sit in his lap, giving him an out. He didn't want an out. He didn't need any out, it was a privilege to hold her near for him. She was lovely to him.

Her hands flew up to her eyes. Wiping her water works. Her mind had to catch up to her heart. Her heart knew she was safe with him, her mind had to rationalize he was sure, after being denied, being scrutinized, being treated unfairly because she wasn't a perfect little church girl, that yes, every morning when she woke up, and every night when she slept, she could bask in his love. It would not be taken away or changed on a whim. It was solid and she could trust in it, and enjoy the comforts and pleasures of sitting in his lap, being cuddled, and indulging in her favorite treats.

He sat down and she hopped happily in his lap, cutting into her omelet like she was starving.

"Let me cut it for you," he murmured.

He cut it into tiny squares. Mostly because he wanted to dote on her, feed and care for her. His baby had no idea about the phone calls. Even though the number dialing her was unlisted, because he'd already seen that her mother had called her before from an unblocked number, so he was pretty sure that damn unlisted number was not a telemarketer but her mother, since Lynne had never never complained about unlisted calls before the phone call he'd deleted!

He hoped that they were able to dump her phone in time, but if not, he was sure that if she ended up having a conversation with her mother, or worse, with her father that little Lynney was going to need a whole lot of affection and bonding to fix whatever god awful mess they were brewing.

He really thought that the shit was over after they'd last left the house after brining over the wedding invitation and how nasty they'd acted, at least her father and his royal asshole behavior, but their call meant it was not over yet.

He wanted to tell Lynne about the phone calls but she looked so sweet and full of joy. And he saw something in her look right now as she breathed the ocean deep into her lungs and squirmed on his knee with happiness and satisfaction after just having had three comes and getting a fully belly with the breakfast he fixed, and indulging in life's simple pleasures...food, sleep and sex, he saw sheer joy in her glance, and a lack of worry.

She had been worried every day about something since he knew her, and ever since they pulled up onto the mountain beach home, she'd expressed not one worry.

He'd be damned if those motherfuckers would make her worry again.

He did an airplane with part of the omelet.

Didn't matter that Lynne was a grown woman. He wondered whether anyone had ever done that for Lynne when she was sick or cranky when she was younger and he already knew the answer. No they had not. The first time she'd been playfully nurtured while being fed was when they first had jelly in the woodshed and now he was doing the airplane and nurturing her more.

Lynne giggled with deep belly laughter.

Then she wanted her turn at it.

She did various airplanes for him.

His heart ran over with joy. Whatever love he demonstrated to her, she always reflected back on him like a beautiful mirror.

The omelets finished, they ate their fruit, and sipped at some coffee.

After they were finished, Leif asked sweetly-

"What do you wanna do today?"

And Lynne piped up quickly that she wanted souvenir shopping.

He lovingly swatted her ass.

"Okay sweetness. Go on and get your shower while I clean up the kitchen," he offered.

Lynne hopped out of his lap, opened the sliding glass door and ran toward the bathroom with a carefree giddiness that made him smile.

As soon as she was out of sight, her phone rang, with an unrecognizable number.

He picked it up in one fell swoop. First fucking ring. He prayed she didn't hear!

But he didn't say hello yet, because he did not want Lynne to hear him talking on her phone and wonder who it was. He was hoping whoever it was would think it was a bad connection and identify themselves before he bothered to answer,"

And sure enough-

"Hello...hello..." said Gladys.

Bitch! He knew she was Lynne's mother but that woman was such a Bitch. Sure she had not been behind all of the meanness her father displayed but he didn't stand up for her daughter at all. She put her false religion first. And he didn't know what the hell she wanted, but whatever she wanted could wait until they were back in New York and off of their lovely honeymoon.

Leif looked around to be sure that Lynne was in the shower.

"Lynne asked me to tell you not to call again until our two week honeymoon is over, she doesn't want to be bothered right now," said Leif harshly.

And he hung up the phone. He didn't even want to give the old bag a chance for a rebuttal. It was time, now, finally, for his baby to find some peace.

He breathed a sigh of relief hoping that an answer, with a harsh directive not to call again, from Lynne's big, strong husband would be the end of the shit for a while.

Today, when they went souvenir shopping, he'd tell Lynne that a creep had gotten ahold of her number, get her number changed and give her a brand new phone.

And she'd be glad. And for once she'd be able to live her life without fear, obligation, or guilt.

He was doing the right thing for his baby right now. Protecting her and helping to maintain her happiness on her honeymoon with her new husband.

No one had ever cared about Lynne's happiness before and protecting her feelings.

He didn't want his baby to have any hurt whatsoever.

Loved Lynne so much that he adored watching her sleep. If he could, he'd count each hair on her lovely head to make sure that none of them were out of place and she had what she needed.

He cleaned up the kitchen and joined her in the bathroom.

"I think you have a creeper on your phone lovely. I picked up the phone, and all he did was breathe on the receiver. And then I hung up," lied Leif.

"Eww. Gross. A perve. I wonder how they got my number. I've tried to be careful about my number," said Lynne.

"Who knows, it might be a fan from the night club. I'll take care of it," said Leif.

"Alright. I trust you to take care of it for me. There have been a few creeps on and off who would come to my performances. But I want my favorite creep to join me in the shower," said Lynne.

"You mean your biggest fan! You're the creep. You're the one who watched me from the dumpster, after you were too shy to return my calls," said Leif.

Lynne guffawed with laughter until she snorted.

He hoped that ignoring those damn calls would make it that easy to maintain Lynne's happiness and security. He didn't want them bothering her ever anymore, but especially on her honeymoon with him!

This time, instead of him doing the fucking, Lynne seemed to want to have her turn at him, in the shower.

***

Lynne was so excited to be getting gifts for her friends and her new family. The family she found in Leif. Even though it seemed that she'd lost her family she'd gained so much with him.

She wrote a huge list of friends and family whom she wanted to bring back souvenirs.

"Shit Lynney, I'm gonna need to buy you a whole new suitcase just for all that shit. You're sweet you know. Sweet and unselfish. This is the happiest I've seen you on our honeymoon yet, and you're thinking of doing stuff for someone else. I love that about you. The sweet giving," murmured Leif.

They pulled into the parking lot of a beautiful, outdoor mall. Lynne loved it.

"A mall with palm trees and a view of nature. Gorgeous!" she quipped.

She pulled her list out. Lynne yanked opened the door as soon as he pulled into the space. She was excited and couldn't wait to get started on her list.

"Damn, you're already hopping out the car and I've barely turned it off," chuckled Leif.

She ran around to his side. She could see him through the driver's side door looking at her legs. She was glad that she chose those tiny shorts that showcased her long, shapely legs. Even though they were shopping for others it was still their honeymoon so she loved being sexy for him.

He swung open his own door and grabbed her firmly in his arms, lifting her up off the ground and swinging her around.

"First we need to get your parents something cool. Something beautiful for your Mom's garden. A beautiful pot for her plants so she can look at it and think of us. Something for the barbeque grill for your dad, something for the stage for Matt, a moleskin notebook for Janelle..."

"Leif swatted her ass, and gave it a possessive squeeze. Damn sweet thing, that's something for every damn person at the wedding, why don't we just get them all gifts and it'll be an even exchange we won't even have to buy thank you cards," said Leif with gruff laughter.

"But I love to see your joy too kitten-" said Leif, lovingly tousling her hair.

"You make me more joyful than I have ever been before, and the new family I've gotten in your family is a beautiful side benefit," murmured Lynne.

She kissed his jaw.

"Well before we get going too far on gifts for everyone else, why don't you let your man spoil you. Get you another phone. You've got an old ass iPhone. You barely have room for all the shit you've got on there, all those ancient tunes," said Leif teasingly.

"You mean all the good music that I have? Leify, shit, I don't want to start off our marriage with new cellphone debt," said Lynne.

"Oh quit fussing. You know you've got a creeper that's got your number now so getting a new number might not be a bad thing at all, in fact it's a really good thing. And don't worry about the costs, we'll get you on my plan and that is way cheaper than us each having our own plan. I always thought we'd combine plans soon after our marriage, anyway," offered Leif.

Lynne didn't mind him picking up the cellphone tab. She'd been picking up her own tab in everything for so long, it felt good to let someone else worry about a small detail like a cellphone bill. So she whole-heartedly agreed to allow him to put her on his own phone line.

Now the next choice, was what type of phone to get.

"Go ahead and get the biggest phone. I know you want it. Know you need it. You've got a ton of music, games and apps. I'm buying, so what the hell does it matter, you don't have to scrimp on it," he added, possessively slapping her ass in those cute little denim cutoffs.

He made her giggle and blush.

"Leify!" she squealed.

"What you're an honest woman now," said Leif playfully pointing to her ring finger and wedging her up to the electronics counter. He wanted her to get the biggest, and best phone with all the trimmings she wanted, and then he'd gently suggest a number change! The number change would do some good and buy her some time for some peace, at least for the honeymoon at least.

Lynne vacillated between the cellphone colors. And she wanted to see each phone and he could see the salesman growing impatient.

And as a result, he could see Lynne beginning to rush to make a choice.

But Leif wouldn't have anyone rushing his baby! She was his to protect now.

"Her money spends just like anyone else's so the other shoppers will need to wait their turn. She hasn't seen the new jet black color yet, and that's the last color she needs to see before she makes a purchase," said Leif.

He'd been watching Lynne and she'd seen plain black, silver, and gold. He felt that she would probably get the gold, but it was up to Lynne. There was not anger in his voice, but he felt his young wife had been shortchanged her whole life. Where he could, he'd see to it that she got what it was that she needed!

Lynne had also wanted to look at the jet black model. She lined all of them up side by side and looked at them for fingerprints.

"The Black one is pretty but it looks so dirty with fingerprints already. I'll go with gold," said Lynne.

"Gold it is. She'll take it in the biggest size. Do you need a case Lynney," said Leif.

He looked the salesman, almost glared at him, daring him to show a hint of impatience so he could go over his head and ask for the store manager. The salesman shaped up his attitude, and got all four of the leather cases out immediately so Lynne could compare.

"Shit, you get stuff done," she murmured under her breath with a chuckle.

"I try to. You let me know what you need, if I'm around, and you don't wanna ask for it, I'll ask. That's my job. I don't like to see people impatient with folks willing to spend their money," grunted Leif.

He often noticed that white salesmen could be impatient when dealing with women of color. It grated him sometimes, even before he knew Lynne. But the impatience made him furious when it was his little wife! He'd first wanted to direct Lynne out of the store, and spend their money where it was wanted, but he changed his mind, his reasoning, that this was a huge chain, and this salesman could learn a thing or two about being polite and respectful to all customers. He wanted his wife to get the same respect that he probably willingly gave to whites!

He didn't think Lynne noticed the impatience, and if she did, she didn't attribute it to color, but Leif did, and it galled him. He glared at the young white man while Lynne patiently put each of the cases on the gold phone.

She wanted to make sure she liked the case, next to the color of the phone and he couldn't blame her. That was her right as she was purchasing a phone and a case, together. Lynne ended up with the navy case.

Next, Leif murmured to Lynne, his nose in her hair.

"You really oughta change your number,"

"Yeah, I thought of it, but what if Mom or Dad tries to call me, then they can't reach me," said Lynne.

And Leif looked at Lynne for a minute.

It was as though a knife was twisting in his heart. Because he knew that Gladys had tried to call Lynne. But he also knew that every time Lynne had anything at all to do with her parents, it resulted in hurt for her. He knew he should tell Lynne that her parents had called now that she was actively inquiring about them, but he also thought the knowledge of the phone call wouldn't be good for Lynne. And he wanted to protect her. So he swallowed the lump in his throat and ignored the nagging sensation that he should tell his wife. He cleared his throat and murmured.

"Lynne when have they ever called you, and brought good news? When the hell has that happened since I've known you?"

He started off snapping at her, but soon he tried to take the edge off of his voice, but he was so hurt that she was so starved for their contact that she was worried about a phone call from them, expecting it even, and that was why she did not want to change a damn number that he full well knew her mother was probably using to harass her, not show concern or kindness.

"I guess you are right Leif, but there is always hope. I hope everyday they change their mind and we can reconcile and be a big happy family but do it on my own terms. Me with you, and with my own religion, and maybe not perfect as they want and still happy, and them not trying to convert me either, a fair equitable relationship. An accepting one. Maybe in time," said Lynne.

"Well that's a tall ass order seeing the way the acted the last time," said Leif.

He folded his arms and handed the phone to the salesman.